Li Xiaole discovered a strange phenomenon. While he was standing at the door and chatting, the production directors who came from various studios, men, women, young and old, did not enter the office building, but gathered at the door, chatting and greeting, as if they were waiting for someone.

"Who are they waiting for? Wait for the good times?" Ning Hao's eyes rolled around, and he also saw that there was a trick in it.

"No, they are waiting for their 'dad'." Jiang Wen pouted with a calm face, and a vague expression of contempt appeared in his eyes.

At this time, I heard a shout, "Mr. Yan is here." A group of producers who were chatting stopped. Li Xiaole followed their gaze and vaguely saw several people wearing Zhongshan suits coming over on the road to the left side of the building.

Although the weather was a bit gloomy, the sun behind the clouds was still shining brightly. The pedestrian opposite could gradually see clearly that those people wearing Zhongshan suits did not wear any license plates to indicate their identity. This means that everyone in Beijing Film Studio and even the entire China Film Group knew them from top to bottom.

"Mr. Yan is here~" "Hello Mr. Yan~" A large group of people surrounded him and said hello. The slightly fat and kind-hearted old man inside quickly raised his hands to everyone and said tremblingly: "No need to do this, everyone doesn't need to do this~ Let's go together, let's go together."

"Mr. Yan, you are sixty-six years old this year~? I'm still so strong, so I feel relieved." Someone smiled and flattered him.

"Xiao Zhao, are you thinking I'm old?" The President Yan smiled and waved his hand: "No, I'm old~ When the group is settled this year, I will retreat and stop worrying about this."

"You said this~" the director of the production of the producer who was in his fifties with gray hair and extremely thick eyes and thick bags laughed: "With your old body, it would be more than enough to give the group a rudder for another twenty years."

"I have worked for twenty years, and some people will hate us to death." The person who said this was Yan Fusheng, who was strong and gloomy with Yan Jie's left arm.

"No way." The "Xiao Zhao" in his fifties smiled and looked at everyone. While everyone was smiling, they found that Han Sanpin and others came from the other side, and immediately lowered their heads and stopped talking.

Li Xiaole watched it for a long time and understood that Mr. Yan was Yan Jie, the vice chairman of China Film Group, and the former deputy director of Beijing Film Studio. Yan Fusheng next to him was his only son. These two people were the most heavyweight figures in China Film below Xie Yang.

Yan Jie saw Han Sanpin coming from afar, so he waved his hand and asked everyone to follow him and go up the stairs first. For a moment, all the producers stopped talking and followed Yan Jie and his group quietly. The famous brand in the middle of the conference hall was printed on it, not "conference room", but "strengthening spiritual civilization construction". There were also three small characters "Deng Xiaoping" engraved on the lower side of the left side of the plaque.

Several employees in the conference hall handed tea with coats for Yan Jie and his group. They were not only quick, but also very agile, as if they were afraid of making noises.

"Let's go, let's go in too." Han Sanpin came over, greeted Li Xiaole and Jiang Wen with a smile, and followed him in. The middle-aged man with a solemn expression was Han Xiaoli, the director of the office, who was the "Little President Han" mentioned by people.

The group also entered the conference hall and sat down at the table opposite Yan Jie. Li Xiaole found that it was not Han Sanpin who presided over the meeting, but Yan Jie.

People on both sides just nodded to say hello, and saw Yan Jie tremblingly take out his worn-out cell phone, dial a phone number, and say something lightly to it. Then he connected the phone to the speaker outside. He heard two thick coughs coming from inside. Everyone looked at the speaker with a nervous look.

Yan Jie felt relieved when he heard the voice, and immediately made a quiet gesture for everyone and said, "You can have a meeting."

The nervous employees next to them quickly put the prepared documents on the table in front of the production directors.

Yan Jie coughed dryly and said with his old eyes: "It's still the same rule. Each studio reports their respective projects, which should be approved and which should not be approved. Today's meeting will have a decision. There is a saying that everyone will discuss what major projects there will be in this quarter."

"According to Mr. Xie's wise tie, the most difficult days of the previous two years have finally passed." Yan Jie not only slowly began to set the tone for the meeting:

"This year, the group approved 3,400 special funds, which is more than Shanghai Film and Western Film and other films. The quality of our films has also improved. Director Qi's films were also nominated for the Golden Rooster Award. The big leaders in our group are tightening their food and squeezed out so much money for us. Everyone is tired and harder, and they have to survive. I have to thank the upper-level leaders for providing us with a great environment."

Even though he knew that Yan Jie was talking about filming a circus, he still had to look solemn. In terms of the real situation of China Film, he produced more than 10 "profitable" films every year, but the investment load rate was as high as 76%, and the loss ratio of all subordinate units was 71%. In the past two years alone, the total loss of the group has reached 45 million yuan.

Simply put, the more investment, the more debt you have.

However, China Film Group has a film bureau and a State Administration of Radio, Film and Television. They are only subordinate institutions and have funding grants from these two institutions above. This is the reason why they can survive.

"Okay, everyone has worked hard all this time, and the group is making things difficult for everyone in the reform. You can raise any projects now, and there is a budget of 0.00 million. I hope everyone will cherish it." Yan Jie looked at the group of white and white production directors of "Xiao Zhao": "Tell me, and then let Mr. Xie listen to it, see if it's OK."

"This is a project I have agreed on. I think these projects can be invested." Without waiting for others to speak, Yan Fusheng handed over a document and said loudly:

"There are "Old Wells" with Liu's rural theme, "Steel Factory" with Ning's workers theme, and two main theme movies "The First of the Founding of the People's Republic of China" and "Yunhe Valley", respectively, which are from Director Chen and Director Ma. We have discussed these with Director Han, and the total number of projects is 18 million."

After Yan Fusheng said this, the faces of the few people behind Han Sanpin, including Jiang Wen, changed, and they only left a mere 00,000 yuan for their second studio...

"Is that true? Third-grade?" Yan Jie looked at Han Sanpin with kind eyes.

"Mr. Yan, that's it, but I think there is still room for discussion on this matter. I think some of these 4 movies can be filmed, and some should not be filmed." Han Sanpin smiled gently.

"What?" Yan Fusheng immediately bounced off the table, staring at the wide open eyes and said with a fierce look on his face: "When I talk to you, didn't you object, Director Han?"

"Sit down!" Yan Jie's eyes, which had been squinting, suddenly opened, shining like a beast: "Director Yan, you have to let others speak."

Yan Fusheng was stunned and immediately gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

"That's right. Director Yan, you misunderstood my opinion. I didn't object at the beginning because I didn't understand the specific situation." Han Sanpin explained with a gentle smile:

"It is OK to invest 00,000 and 4 million in the "Old Well" and "The Founding of the People's Republic of China". Both Steel Factory and Cloud Valley have applied for 6 million investments. I think it's a little bit too much."

"What do you know about our first production project? "When you second production factory is the second production project?" Hearing this, Yan Fusheng couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"What are you talking about Director Yan?" Han Xiaoli, who had not spoken out, snorted coldly: "The second producer is the second producer of the group, not the second producer of 'our', and the first producer is also the group's factory, not the 'your factory'. If you have the final say, what meeting will we hold today?"

Except for Li Xiaole, everyone present's eyes became more and more nervous. Even Jiang Wen, who had always been out of the matter, seemed a little confused. He looked at Yan Fusheng and Han Xiaoli.

Yan Fusheng didn't expect that such a situation would happen today. Han Sanpin, who had always obeyed their father and son, suddenly became tough. At first, he was stunned by Han Xiaoli's words, but he quickly reacted and said even more angrily:

"You are the general manager of China Film and the director of China Film Office. Are you wrong with your 'second producer'? Of course, the first studio is not my private property of Yan Fusheng, but the project is under my charge. You can say that you don't want to do it or can't do it, but you threaten the group by not approving the project, which delays the development of the organization. What consequences do you know!"

"At worst, I just quit!" Han Xiaoli also had a bad temper and said without giving in: "A few days ago, I saw the project you submitted, Mr. Han and I had this idea. We can't afford the responsibility of the group. Director Yan, whoever you think is suitable will do it!"

"You!" Yan Fusheng was angry at his words and raised his hand and wanted to slap the table.

"Yan Jie." Before he could attack, Yan Jie spoke out: "This is a group meeting." He turned to look at Han Xiaoli and said kindly: "Director Han, just say whatever you have, let's discuss it carefully."

"Okay~ Then I'll talk about it carefully. You first produced the film. In the first three quarters, you made three films, one historical theme, one revolutionary theme, and one urban theme. At the beginning, they all said it was a small investment of 00,000 yuan. Half of it could be sold, but it was said that the investment was not enough. Mr. Han and I also approved the money. The three films were used for 100,000 yuan in total, but what about your box office? The box office was only 500,000 yuan in the end? Now you still need 18 million yuan in investment. How do you ask us to approve it?"

"Are you two of you, Mr. Han, at the last meeting?" Yan Fusheng said a little angry: "You have also approved it. Is it our responsibility for the bad box office of the movie? The box office of Chinese movies has been in a downturn for ten years. Do you also blame me, Yan Fusheng? Why don't you talk about your first producer? How much did you give Jiang Wen with a "searching gun"? Han Sanpin still wants to become famous and acted, but he found a new director Lu Chuan with an investment of 6 million yuan. Is it so much investment for such a small movie? Where did you go? Lu Chuan was squeezed away by you after filming this film. You know what happened in your heart!"

"We have a box office of 7 million, which is more than you in a few years. Wouldn't you check where the money is used by yourself?" Han Xiaoli snorted coldly.

Jiang Wen looked at the two groups of people facing each other, but laughed silently, patted Li Xiaole on the shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Director Xiao Li, do you think these people are interesting?"
Chapter completed!